User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-1298206-20130321015219/@comment-3135907-20130321205206

"Aye, we're takin' a logboat. If'n we weren't otters 'n' shrews the answer'd be no, but us Guosim know these rivers better 'n any otherbeast. We'll take minimal rations- oatcakes, a couple skins o' shrewbeer, an' mebbe a loaf or two of good ole nutbread. Savvy?" Without waiting for an answer Gruffle goes and collects some vittles, along with the two shrews from earlier, Eglin and Banglo. "These two are good paws t' have around- good cooks, besides their skills with the bow and blade. No vermin'd want t' meet them on a dark night!"

Eglin chuckles. "Hoho, lookit that, an' comin' outta yore mouth, Gruffle! Yer naught but a flatterer, an' a good one at that, mate. When Blagg Grindle was botherin' our tribe, ye was the beast who slew those half dozen river rats when they `ad me an' Banglo pinned down! I sez yer the fighterbeast of us, though I can't say much 'bout yore cookin'- y' c'd burn water."

Banglo, a no-nonsense creature, sighs heavily. "Are we jus' gonna sit aroun' jawin' all day or are we gonna stop that young miscreant Glipper? They'll make the falls seasons ahead o' us at this rate!" Banglo and Eglin begin uncovering the camouflaged logboat nearest the riverbank. Gruffle tosses two hefty haversacks to Tikus. "Catch these, matey!"